poems back artist cataloque

Tonight we have a Bachanal of fire.
A war of love and malice,
A fight of whispering and crying
I know there's nothing funnier
And angrier for me.
There are no soldiers killed in action,
And from the ruined gate
Like ashes of burning messages.
There are souls silently floating
There are stalks of love still struggling
Thru the layer deceased,
But they burn out and fall down
Deprived of their light and blood.
And the Earth suddenly fearfully shudders,
Like a body fogetting its breath.
And then it's rising, shaking its ashes,
Hiding from *delicate Heaven,
Rusty and severe and brutal fields.
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